It's been a minute since I last wrote. Sorry about that! At this time last month, we were squeezing every last bit of life out of summer that we possibly could. A birthday party for our youngest, an impromptu-ish road trip to St. Louis (see zoo picture above), and getting ready for school kept me from sitting down to check in with you.
But I'm back (cue the confetti), and let me just say that the past few weeks of settling back into our schoolyear routine has been so, so good for my soul. I've enjoyed my morning coffee in peace. I've lingered over my Bible. I've relished quiet mornings at home. It's been heavenly. And it's also made me realize how much I needed a fresh start.
No matter how many years it's been since graduation, back to school time always feels like a new beginning to me—which makes it the perfect time to resurrect my long-dead New Year's resolutions.
Bible reading? Back on it.
Exercise plan? Getting there.
Work goals? Checking them off as we speak.
Maybe you can relate. If you started a Bible reading plan in January, only to fall off the wagon by March, why not hop back on today? There's no rule saying that you can't pick up where you left off. That's just the devil. As far as I'm concerned, now is the perfect time to grab some pretty pens (hello clearance school supplies) and start up a Bible journaling habit.
If you, like me, are getting back into the swing of things after a summer that was maybe a little wonky, I hope you'll hit reply and tell me all about it! I'd love to hear what's working for you and what's not. It does my heart good to hear all the ways you're choosing faithfulness each new day.
Given the option between a life of ease and a life of suffering, I'll take the the easy road every time. Yes please to the good life. Hard pass on the hardship. But Jesus isn't like me. He knew what was to come, and he walked toward it with eyes and arms wide open.
Here lately, every time I hear the familiar chords of an old hymn at church, tears prick my eyes, and it's a real struggle not to ugly cry in the middle of the sanctuary. It's the darnedest thing. Given the sidelong glances she gives me every time it happens, I'm pretty sure that our youngest daughter is seriously worried about me.